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Looking in my Ear

I
hear drumming in my head. I wait for the pounding to leave. Then I
realize the pounding will never leave. It lives in my head.

I
hurry to a mirror to look at my head. There living in one of my ears
is a small, smoke stack from a house sticking out. With the aid of
three mirrors and a step ladder, besides the mirror on the medicine
cabinet, I was able to see down inside my ear. If I also took my
dental mirror and adjusted the angles just right, I could see almost
everything inside my ear.

I
wish I could have taken a video of the procedings but I was already
holding a mirror in my teeth, one between my toes, one on the
medicine cabinet, another in my fingers, one hanging from the ceiling
on a string and another balanced on a pile of boxes to be at the
right angle. I didn't think I could manage the video camera too..

Inside
my ear I saw, a trading post, a forest, a logging operation with
re-planting crew, a lake, fishermen, several completed cabins, a
bakery, wheat fields, a fort and quite a bit of manufactoring.

But
that's not what really impressed me.

What
really impressed me were the flying machines they had! Little, twin
wing airplanes, they seemed to have developed a whole society in my
ear!

Now
I understood why I thought I had been hearing voices for the past
year. I was told never to stick anything smaller than a football in
my ear, so I had kind of assumed they were self-cleaning.
Apparently, I had been wrong.

Well,
I had no idea what to do now. I couldn't climb inside my own ear and
negotiate with the mayor of this new little town. If I told the
authorities I had discovered a new species of hominins they would
probably want to chop off my head to preserve their society.

It
was obvious what I needed here was a way to communicate with them. I
wondered if they spoke the same language as me.

Then
another thought occurred to me. What if they weren't aware of my
existence? What if once they learned of my existence they decided to
chop off my head to get rid of me? Could their society exist outside
my living head?

I
took another look inside my ear to verify what I had seen. It looked
as though time was vastly accelerated in their society. Now they
looked like a highly advanced technological society. Jet airplanes
were crossing their sky, buildings that looked like thin spider webs
graced their skyline. Parks and streetlights broke up their
seemingly endless blocks of streets. I could see small shops with
fruit spilling out their front doors in bins on the sidewalk, taxi
cabs honked their horns, I could hear them faintly in my ear.

I
met my own eyes in the mirror. They were wide with fright. I
gripped the sides of the sink. How had this society advanced so far,
so quickly. In a half hour they might have found the cure for
cancer. Give them an hour they may be able to teach us the answers
to the riddles of the universe.

Were
they aware of outer space. Were they aware of the stars spinning,
the moon circling, the sun shining?

I
had to look once more. Maybe I could write something on a note and
get their attention to look at it.

This
time when I looked inside my ear there were only smoking buildings.
It was all gone. All the people, buildings, flying machines, fields
of crops were gone. Only dust remained that was quickly blowing out
of my ear.

The
next life calls to me.
I
dream of what I will become.
Will
I live as pure energy,
Part
of the greater whole?
Or
will I live as a new form,
Maybe
a rock, a snail or mole.
I’m
not done with this life yet.
But
I try to learn what I can.
So
in the next life,
If
I’m good, perhaps,
I’ll
not have to learn the same lessons,
Again.